Chapter 522

"Unparalleled soul of war!"

At this moment, Xiao Chen's breath suddenly increases, which is no less than Wu Shen Wu Chong. The immortal yuan in his body gushes out of his body. At the same time, a burst of thunder robbing power emerges from the nameless elixir field.

Xiao Chen, like Wang Kun, lifted the WANYING sword with the same height, and all the forces poured into the sword, forming a virtual shadow as high as 100 Zhang above the WANYING sword.

The power of terror is not weaker than the shadow formed by Wang Kun.

Seeing this, the face of angry waves appeared unprecedented shock.

"I'm a grandmother. I said why I feel that Zhenyuan in this boy's body is strange. What's Zhenyuan in his grandmother's is Xianyuan!" Nu Tao's heart burst out. He has lived for hundreds of years, and his life shock is not as much as it is today.

"How can this be possible? Who is this boy? How can he have Xianyuan in his body? No wonder he is so strong!"

It is impossible for people in the lower world to cross the Lei stage and become immortal bones. Therefore, he did not think about it at all. He did not react until he saw that Wang Kun was wearing the explosive yuan pill.

"Is this boy trained by a big force in Xianyu to experience in the lower world?"

The more you think about it, the more shocked you are.

"Chop!"

"Chop!"

Two angry shouts sounded at the same time, two huge sword shadows cut toward each other, the whole sky will be cut off.

"Boom

The two swords hit each other fiercely.

All the people are staring at the battle. There are no gorgeous moves, only hard hitting. The strong people below the martial god can hardly stand and fall on the ground. I'm afraid only some high-level martial god can barely keep their mind.

The sword shadow entangled in the void for five rest time. Then the two sword shadows gradually turned into nothingness and dissipated in the void, as if they had never appeared before.

"Poof!" Xiao Chen spits out a mouthful of blood, leaning on WANYING sword and kneeling on one leg.

"Little Lord!"

"Xiao Chen!"

After seeing Xiao Chen spit blood, Siju and Mu Qingxuan are both worried and shout out.

Opposite Wang Kun, light looking at Xiao Chen, indifferent way: "you lost!"

"Cough!" Xiao Chen gently coughed, once again spurted out a mouthful of blood, slowly raised his head, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said faintly, "you should never lose, right?"

"No Wang Kun said coldly: "not once!"

Xiao Chen slowly stood up and looked at Wang Kun. His eyes were calm and calm. "Losing is not a bad thing. Sometimes losing can make you stronger."

"But I will never allow myself to lose!" Wang Kun said in a deep voice, and his step slowly stepped out towards Xiao Chen.

"Martial arts depends on here. If you don't admit defeat, you won't lose!" Xiao Chen slowly put the hand on the heart, light mouth way.

"I won't lose, I won't lose anywhere!" Wang Kun took another step.

"Boy, you are too young to know the meaning of" losing is winning his mother. "

"I don't need to know, I just know that if I kill you, I'll win!" Wang Kun took another step.

"Well, you win." Xiao Chen is helpless.

"I won!" Wang Kun took another step, but with this step out, suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth and dyed the white robe in front of his body. It was very eye-catching! And his body slowly half knelt on the ground.

"Wang Kun is also injured!" Seeing this, everyone was surprised.

Xiao Chen took a step forward and made a low noise, but the sound put the Buddha on everyone's heart.

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